Time To Keep It Simple serves as a record of my life as a traveler, writer, genealogist, photographer, target sports enthusiast, Rotarian, Mason, Jew, PR professional, and many other (mostly positive) things. In addition to this daily blog I am also the man behind the curtain (not named Oz) at gettingyourphil.blogspot.com and I previously blogged at fromgoytooleh.blogspot.com.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

TMI Tuesday: Hi Da Da!

Someone call Sting! Our son already knows part of a Police song!

At
some point each night, my wife and I try to unsuccessfully prompt our son to
say either “ma ma” or “da da”. Every night and every weekend it is the same
routine. When our son got really sick with croup some weeks back, he was
finally able to call for his “ma ma” which alleviated the pounding in our heads
just a little bit. It was that sad and touching moment when the two of them
connected. He knew that “ma ma” would make things a little better and my wife
was able to tear up as he said it for the first, second, and third time
throughout the day and night. It also proved that he knows how to say it but
chooses to remain a quiet little boy most of the time.

It
is because of this that my wife has been pushing more and more for our son to
say “da da” as she wants me to have the same experience albeit without the
running nose and constant crying (bonus for me). Of course, it is just like our
son to say “da da” the moment we stopped pushing him. It was a moment when we
were playing on the couch after having been at the office all day and my little
boy was just happy to see me. I forget what I had done to make him smile but
soon after he said “da da” in such a way that he wanted me to continue keeping
him entertained. It was a spontaneous moment for both of us and an instant
reinforced our bond once it happened.

Like
many of his achievements thus far he seemed to check it off the list as
complete and moved on to the next milestone without any plan on revisiting what
he had already accomplished. Hence, I have not heard those simple words since. It
was a brief moment but one that will surely remain vivid in my mind for the
rest of my life and I look forward to hearing it again when he chooses to do
so. Who the heck knows when that will happen again?

I
guess this is just another way in which our son is like me, at least that is
what my wife thinks. We both tend to check things off the list and almost
immediately move on to the next new thing, something that we haven’t done
before. With that said, we have our routines and there are times when we both
revisit our accomplishments especially when they bring a little happiness to
those around us. And this little monkey has certainly made us happy.